30-mother holle-第1章
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MOTHER HOLLE
ONCE upon a time there was a widow who had two daughters;
one of them was pretty and clever; and the other ugly and
lazy。 But as the ugly one was her own daughter; she liked her far
the best of the two; and the pretty one had to do all the work of the
house; and was in fact the regular maid of all work。 Every day she
had to sit by a well on the high road; and spin till her fingers were
so sore that they often bled。 One day some drops of blood fell on
her spindle; so she dipped it into the well meaning to wash it; but; as
luck would have it; it dropped from her hand and fell right in。 She
ran weeping to her stepmother; and told her what had happened;
but she scolded her harshly; and was so merciless in her anger that
she said:
‘Well; since you've dropped the spindle down; you must just go
after it yourself; and don't let me see your face again until you bring
it with you。'
Then the poor girl returned to the well; and not knowing what
she was about; in the despair and misery of her heart she sprang
into the well and sank to the bottom。 For a time she lost all
consciousness; and when she came to herself again she was lying in a
lovely meadow; with the sun shining brightly overhead; and a
thousand flowers blooming at her feet。 She rose up and wandered
through this enchanted place; till she came to a baker's oven full of
bread; and the bread called out to her as she passed:
‘Oh! take me out; take me out; or I shall be burnt to a cinder。 I
am quite done enough。'
So she stepped up quickly to the oven and took out all the loaves
one after the other。 Then she went on a little farther and came to
a tree laden with beautiful rosy…cheeked apples; and as she passed
by it called out:
‘Oh I shake me; shake me; my apples are all quite ripe。'
She did as she was asked; and shook the tree till the apples fell
like rain and none were left hanging。 When she had gathered them
all up into a heap she went on her way again; and came at length
to a little house; at the door of which sat an old woman。 The old
dame had such large teeth that the girl felt frightened and wanted
to run away; but the old woman called after her:
‘What are you afraid of; dear child? Stay with me and be my
little maid; and if you do your work well I will reward you
handsomely; but you must be very careful how you make my bedyou
must shake it well till the feathers fly; then people in the world
below say it snows; for I am Mother Holle。'
She spoke so kindly that the girl took heart and agreed readily
to enter her service。 She did her best to please the old woman;
and shook her bed with such a will that the feathers flew about like
snow…flakes; so she led a very easy life; was never scolded; and
lived on the fat of the land。 But after she had been some time
with Mother Holle she grew sad and depressed; and at first she
hardly knew herself what was the matter。 At last she discovered
that she was homesick; so she went to Mother Holle and said:
‘I know I am a thousand times better off here than I ever was
in my life before; but notwithstanding; I have a great longing to go
home; in spite of all your kindness to me。 I can remain with you no
longer; but must return to my own people。'
‘Your desire to go home pleases me;' said Mother Holle; ‘and
because you have served me so faithfully; I will show you the way
back into the world myself。'
So she took her by the hand and led her to an open door; and as
the girl passed through it there fell a heavy shower of gold all over
her; till she was covered with it from top to toe。
‘That's a reward for being such a good little maid;' said Mother
Holle; and she gave her the spindle too that had fallen into the
well。 Then she shut the door; and the girl found herself back in
the world again; not far from her own house; and when she came to the
courtyard the old hen; who sat on the top of the wall; called out:
‘Click; clock; clack;
Our golden maid's come back。'
Then she went in to her stepmother; and as she had returned
covered with gold she was welcomed home。
She proceeded to tell all that had happened to her; and when
the mother heard how she had come by her riches; she was most
anxious to secure the same luck for her own idle; ugly daughter;
so she told her to sit at the well and spin。 In order to make her
spindle bloody; she stuck her hand into a hedge of thorns and pricked
her finger。 Then she threw the spindle into the well; and jumped
in herself after it。 Like her sister she came to the beautiful meadow;
and followed the same path。 When she reached the baker's oven
the bread called out as before:
‘Oh! take me out; take me out; or I shall be burnt to a cinder。
I am quite done enough。'
But the good…for…nothing girl answered:
‘A pretty joke; indeed; just as if I should dirty my hands for you!'
And on she went。 Soon she came to the apple tree; which cried:
‘Oh ! shake me; shake me; my apples are all quite ripe。'
‘I'll see myself farther;' she replied; ‘one of them might fall on
my head。'
And so she pursued her way。 When she came to Mother Holle's
house she wasn't the least afraid; for she had been warned about
her big teeth; and she readily agreed to become her maid。 The first
day she worked very hard; and did all her mistress told her; for she
thought of the gold she would give her; but on the second day she
began to be lazy; and on the third she wouldn't even get up in the
morning。 She didn't make Mother Holle's bed as she ought to
have done; and never shook it enough to make the feathers fly。 So
her mistress soon grew weary of her; and dismissed her; much to the
lazy creature's delight。
‘For now;' she thought; ‘the shower of golden rain will come。'
Mother Holle led her to the same door as she had done her sister;
but when she passed through it; instead of the gold rain a kettle full
of pitch came showering over her。
‘That's a reward for your service;' said Mother Holle; and she
closed the door behind her。
So the lazy girl came home all covered with pitch; and when the
old hen on the top of the wall saw her; it called out:
‘Click; clock; clack;
Our dirty slut's come back。'
But the pitch remained sticking to her; and never as long as she
lived could it be got off。'26'
'26' Grimm。